Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.